Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.